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trollxzibit2012-10-17 08:15 pm
chroniker) wrote in trollxzibit2012-10-17 08:15 pm
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND COCKROACHES MAY I PRESENT TO YOU THE INFAMOUS
2. Others will comment on your characters, anonymously or logged in, suggesting ships and prompts they want you to write about.
3. Anything goes, from fluffy to smut to everything in between! Also, there is no word limit, so it can be as short or as long as you want.
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5. ALL THE SHIPPING EVER AND ALSO FEELINGS
GO GO GO AND SHIP FOR GREAT JUSTICE
also just a note BUT THIS ISN'T LIMITED TO JUST SCRIB PEOPLE you could put your character's ancestors/guardians and whatnot for the shipping too if you want to, whatever floats your boat
PERRIX SEIYOS
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In contrast, the girl wasn't bothered at all. Perrix struck her as a bit odd, certainly, but then he was a troll and not a human. Not that that made him any less interesting! On the contrary, he was just as fascinating as the others, and had largely been nice. The considerable height difference between the two didn't even seem to bother Chrysi, who was all smiles as she bound up to the gray-skinned young man for a more proper greeting.
"Perrix, right..? It's a pleasure to meet you!" A lump formed in his throat. Oh no her voice is cute...
Never one to be deterred, however, Perrix dropped to one knee and produced his bouquet with a flourish, "Indeed! For you, milady..." Chrysanthemums, of course. The gesture was cheesy, but somewhat impressive considering that Alternia didn't have such a flower. He would've had to research what exactly the flower was and then find some on the remnants of the homes of the human players. Chrysi was sharp, and so the sheer work that must have gone into this otherwise simple gesture was not lost on her. "Perrix Seiyos, in your service."
"Well you're allowed to rise, Perrix!" she replied with a giggle that only served to deepen the pink flush in her face. "These are lovely, thank you." At her prompting he stood, again with a flourish.
"Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower..."
"...Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, and maidens call it love-in-idleness. You don't intend to to slip me a love potion, now, do you?"
Perrix grinned again. "Hopefully I won't need to..."
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Re: PERRIX SEIYOS
dem guns
:3c
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coughprobablyInannaorHirunecough) was completely ignoring his charms! How could - hnnngh - anyone possibly - fleeeex - ignore this magnificent - hoo-haa! - specimen of a troll? Really! Still flexing, Perrix cleared his throat...Who does she think she is? ~~CS
That girl has tangled with the wrong ~troll~! ~~CS
Darn right!
No one says "no" to ~Perrix~! ~~CS
Dismissed! ~~CS
Rejected! ~~CS
Publicly humiliated! ~~CS
Why, it's more than ~I~ can bear... ~~CS
More beer?
What for? ~~CS
Nothing helps... ~~CS
~I'm~ disgraced... ~~CS
Who, ~you~?
Never!
~Perrix~, ~you've~ got to pull ~yourself~ together!
Gosh, it disturbs me to see ~you~, ~Perrix~;
Looking so down in the dumps!
Every troll here'd love to be ~you~, ~Perrix~;
Even when taking ~your~ lumps!
There's no troll in block as admired as ~you~;
~You're~ everyone's favorite guy!
Everyone's awed and inspired by ~you~;
And it's not very hard to see why!
No one's slick as ~Perrix~;
No one's quick as ~Perrix~;
No one's horns are incredibly thick as ~Perrix~!
For there's no troll in block half as manly...
Perfect, a pure ~paragon~!
You can ask any TOMATH, RIDDIK, or STAMRY;
And they'll tell you whose FLARP they prefer to be on!
No one's been like ~Perrix~;
A kingpin like ~Perrix~!
No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like ~Perrix~!
As a specimen, yes, ~I'm~ intimidating! ~~CS
My what a troll that ~Perrix~!
Give five "hurrah"s!
And twelve "hip-hip"s!
~Perrix~ is the best;
And the rest is all drips!
No one fights like ~Perrix~;
Douses lights like ~Perrix~!
In a wrestling match nobody bites like ~Perrix~!
For there's no one as burly or brawny...
As you see, ~I've~ got biceps to spare! ~~CS
Not a bit of ~him's~ scraggly or scrawny!
That's right! ~~CS
And every last inch of ~me's~ covered with hair! ~~CS
No one hits like ~Perrix~;
Matches wits like ~Perrix~!
In a spitting match nobody spits like ~Perrix~!
~I'm~ especially good at expectorating! ~~CS
Ptooie! ~~CS
Ten points for ~Perrix~!
When ~I~ was a grub ~I~ ate four dozen eggs; ~~CS
Every evening to help ~me~ get large! ~~CS
And now that ~I'm~ grown ~I~ eat five dozen eggs; ~~CS
So ~I'm~ roughly the size of a flat-bottomed aquatic shipping vessel! ~~CS
Ooh, ahh, wow!
My what a troll that ~Perrix~!
No one shoots like ~Perrix~;
Makes those beauts like ~Perrix~!
Then goes tromping around wearing boots like ~Perrix~!
~I~ use antlers in all of ~my~ decorating! ~~CS
(Take that, Pherae)My what a troll!
~Perrix~!
Ah. Much better.
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This wasn't right. Perrix was the one who gamed the system, knew every shortcut, trick, optimal build, everything. And yet this bastard had somehow appeared, somehow clawed his way out of some kind of crack in the system, as if reality itself had glitched. A glitch. That's what this... Abomination was, there was no other way to explain it. Games have rules, reality has rules and they weren't to be broken. This wasn't right.
The troll tried to think back to where something went wrong that could have led to this, but he didn't have the time. It was rather difficult to think while hurtling through the air from a SHORYUKEN-tier uppercut. It was also pretty hard to think when colliding with a stone wall, especially when you can hear something (multiple somethings?) break on impact.
Only after slumping to the floor could Perrix fix his hazy, blue-tinted view on his aggressor again: himself. Well, not precisely himself. A bizarre mockery of himself - white-haired, somewhat scrawnier, and wearing a solid black godhoodie with a white @ sign for a symbol and his very presence seemed... Wrong. It came in periodic bursts, like the static-y distortion of an image on an old television, but over his entire three-dimensional body.
"†hèRé," it cooed, "n0w yºu ©4n't ®un @wÅy..." Perrix spit. Even the thing's voice sounded wrong. Sure enough, though, he - it - was right, his left femur was all but shattered, and he'd decided to go this one alone. He could kick himself if not for the broken leg - this sort of freak occurrence was exactly the thing he planned for them to avoid. But how could he plan for something that completely ignored the rules? How could he plan for himself?
A moment later and the thing twitched over - teleported, really. The doppelganger knelt down next to the original...
...Ãnd gæve h|m /-\ £ønG-n33deÐ hug.
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As nothing?
As blackrom?
As redrom?
Your call.
Re: PERRIX SEIYOS
...he was not ready for the zettai ryouiki.
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